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Okay, here's one that JadeFox inspired me to write from her LOTR Poetry section. It's in Italian Sonnet form with 10 syllables per line, with an 'abba abba cdcd ee' rhyme form. Not as simple as it sounds...

The RING

Simple band of gold etched with fire
The death of all who wish to wield it
Changing sizes the way it wants to fit
Greatest Enemy's only desire.
From this band, many grow old and tire
To care for this thing which they have commit
Their lives. All have thoughts and dreams to transmit
It to fresh owner. Only the Shire
Hobbits can do this for all else fail.
What shall come of these loving little folk?
To but be strong for this task and not frail.
Sadly, none else can take this heavy yoke.
With dread in his heart, Frodo leaves his friends.
Once this thing is destroyed all things shall mend.

That's pretty clever.
I'll have to try my hand at this Italian Sonnet some time.

Cool LOTR cute. Good wook keep it up

Thanx. \^o^/

That is way awesome keep it up!

Now, just so you know, this isn't only for LOTR poetry, but all my poetry. Here's another one...

Time of No Fears

Darkness sucks me into its arms tonight
Warm blankets wrap around me, quick tears stream
Down my face. Hearing yells I try to scream
Guardians locked in a desperate fight.
With nowhere to run, no one to hold tight,
I want to find a comfort space, a dream.
Surprisingly, neither at me will ream.
Bags are calling me, ready to take flight.
His truck drives off, making all fall silent.
She closes the front door, showing it locked.
Morning shall show if anything was bent
I won’t run from fears; I will stay docked.
One day, none of this will I need to hear
One day, at home, I will live without fear.

Okay, so its morbid. That day stunk... This next one is a Mock Epic Poem. Sure its long, but 'try' to bear with me. If its really not comprehendable, let me know, and I'll post something else. This was also homework, so it had to have little definition words 'n stuff in there; and that's also the reason why its so long.

(I don't have a title for this one...)

Caves vast caught a father’s wandering eye,
Starts the sad tale none may twist or lie.
An eel’s den, long out of love or use
Found by the father, he could not refuse.
In moved wife and children all very dear
Father there to protect them without fear.
One fine morning, the water clear and blue
A seahorse and wife played with children new.
Through the weeds, father had a happy jest.
Mother said looking on from her green nest:
“Oh gracious husband, Drake ♣, my ocean Zeus ♥,
Love from this family, who could refuse?
So loving a husband always in good mood
So caring the children of our big brood.
Abraham couldn’t ask for better sons
Or daughters, here under our watered-sun.â€

I was thinking you could call it " Of dragons and things..." I thought that was a catchy title for an awesome poem

Okay. I'll go ahead and give that a try.

(This one doesn't have a name either)

I guess I’m just a disappointment to the world.
No matter what I do, it’s never good enough
to satisfy those around me.
I try and I try, but it is no use.
Mentors look down upon me,
And friends think I’m irrational.
LORD, please take me away
To be up THERE with YOU.
That’s all I want
Now, all I need.
Die here,
Live THERE.
I’ve
Tried.
To find
YOUR peace
Is not easy
Though it may seem.
If people do love me,
Then why is it so hard?
I can’t see past the shameful looks,
Or get over their hurtful words.
Why can’t this yoke be lighter for me, LORD?
Why can’t I please my mentors and my friends?
Please send me YOUR peace and forgiving heart, dear GOD.
Hurry – build me up to fight this, or take me HOME.

HINT: If the format doesn't make sense, count the syllables in each line. XD

Outlaw

I ride along a dusty road,
And I don’t know what to do.
Some people praise me,
While others curse my name.

All the fame in the world is at my grasp,
And yet it’s not what I desire.
The money I have is not rightly mine,
And yet I throw it all away.

I have but one love,
And many have love for me.
I stay true to my one love,
Yet so many try to tempt me.

The friends I have are just like me,
And the steeds I ride are not meant to carry me.
And yet I take them far from their homes,
Only to see them sold to many a greedy eye.

The country in which I live,
Is being torn apart by steel ladders laid on the ground.
The men that build it, steal peoples’ homes,
And kill the ones in the way.

I ride to prevent the killings,
And not to see people homeless.
One, two, three, they’re all hanged,
And I have managed to save but one.

My name is James,
Jessie James.
The outlaw of the west,
And I ride along a long, dusty, dark rode.

4-12-02
L.R.LostChild

Okay, here's one of the first poems I wrote that got me hooked on writing 'em. {The first one I can ever remember writing was for the 9/11 attack, but I'll post that one later.} A quick bio on Outlaw: I was studying Jessie James in my English/ History class, and randomly wrote this poem.

It good